I sighed inwardly. And outwardly. Potty training? Now? I just figured when she was older, she's just decide, and then do it, much the way Cody did. I got off so easy with him -- there was no "training" per se. He just did it. I was dreading weeks of not being able to leave the house for more than 20 minutes, endless accidents, and all the horror stories I've heard. Then again, I didn't want to discourage her if she really were interested. (Though I admit I tried to discourage her, but she was adamant.) So we gave it a shot.
Two days later, we were...well, done. After the first day, during she memorably announced, "I think I have to tinkle!" as she was, in fact, tinkling (on me), she hasn't had an accident. She loves her underwear and won't even wear pull-ups in the car. So I was half right: she just decided, and then did -- in much the same way she rolled over, crawled, walked, etc. No practice, just sheer will. (It's going to be awesome when she's a teenager.) I just didn't expect it so early. Personally, I think it had more to do with the M&Ms she gets than anything else, but hey. I'm not complaining.
She usually cheers for herself loudly and lustily: "Yay, Cordelia! You did an awesome job! NOW I CAN HAVE SOME M&Ms!"
5 comments:
Cordelia.... you are such a big girl now! Great job!! Granny and Pop-Pop are so proud of you and we love you so much. Excellent work, sweetheart!
SO PROUD of you, Cordelia!!! Also, that second picture is, so... well... Cordelia! :)
WOW! How did you get off so easy in the potty training department? :) Awesome!!!
Erin, I should have stuck to my "Never talk about how well they're sleeping, because they will wake up one second later!" rule. She's been doing great, except for that one GIANT accident (not long after I blogged) that was one of the worst things I've ever seen, and being in the toddler trenches, I've seen pretty some bad stuff. The kind of bad where you just take what they're wearing and throw it away. And then you take what you're wearing and throw it away. And then you wash your hands, preferably with lye, for an hour. : ) I said to her, "Cordelia, where are you supposed to poop?" Her diffident response (she had been busy outside) was: "Poop goes in the toilet, Mom. But this time I did it in my pants." Yes. Yes, you did.
Oh.. oh boy... well. When you're busy, you're busy, I guess.
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